Chapter 8: I Hate Myself and I Want to Die (Part V)
Somewhere around four p.m. Věra fell asleep. She did so with gusto, sliding to her left until she was partially sprawled over Teo, who, as a true gentleman, did not utter a word of complaint. It was a deep and restless sleep, riddled with nightmares and black slimy shadows. She could hear shots in the back of her mind and see blood, slowly trickling down obsidian black walls. More than once Teo had to shake her awake to stop her trashing around.
At eight p.m. the doctor exited the emergency room, his face set in a grave expression, all hard lines and sharp edges. He stopped before them, searching their faces before his lips broke into a pleasant smile, ‘Miss Vávra, I presume. Your friend just cleared the surgery.’
‘Will she… I’m sorry. Will she be okay?’
‘The next twenty-four hours will be critical, but she is doing just fine. She is a fighter.’
‘She is,’ she mumbled. ‘May I see her?’
He shook his head. ‘She is in intensive care for now. It will be best not to disturb her. Plus, you seem like you need some rest yourself.’
She looked down on her bloodied, crumpled dress and nodded. She did need some rest. But she wasn’t about to get it. She had a date later tonight. Looking back up at the doctor she tried for a smile, ‘Thank you.’
‘It’s what I do for a living,’ he said gently, then turned on Teo, expression getting hard. ‘Now make yourself useful, boy, and take this fine lady home. She needs a warm meal and a bed.’
Toe huffed, helping her to her feet. ‘And I need a better uncle.’
‘Funny. Your mother used to say something similar when we were little.’
They left the hospital, Teo promising to take care of her and she promising to listen to her escort. When they walked out into the cold night she looked up at the starless sky asking, ‘So the doctor is your uncle?’
‘Yeah. Pretty handy considering my own career path.’
‘Listen, bro, you don’t have to do this,’ she mumbled. ‘I live a block away. I can walk home just fine. It’s no problem.’
‘No question. You heard the doctor! I’m bound by police oath. So, please, do get into that car and stop arguing.’
She did have to stop at home one way or another and so she nodded and followed him to his Toyota. Seeing her home safe would ease his mind and save her the effort of trying to convince him she was fine. Plus, who the hell knew what will go down tonight. She was better off having an alibi.